After all this is wonderful. The rain, the umbrellas, the museums, teas, soups and hot wine.
Ok, it's July, but I'm starting to love these weeks of cloudy autumn interspersed with some days of sunny summer. It's raining, it's cold, but not so cold to wear tights.
The cafes, the bistros, the brasseries invade the city of tempting smells of those hot meals or drinks ideal for these days so wonderfully gloomy. These days in which is cool to wake up later, enjoy a long brunch in a warm colored café, open the umbrella and discover the city looking for a shelter from the rain from a street to the other. These days where the museums are the ideal hiding place.
Then nothing will stop, the city continues to live in its usual frenetic routine, with its open-air cinema in black and white , with its concerts in the gardens, with its shows along the Seine.
So it happens to live in a city where the umbrellas of the crowd become part of a romantic picture that can be seen only in these days, so wonderfully gloomy.